Of Fight Or Fly, This Choice Is

And Not A Vanity Is Given In Vain.

No, Make Me Mistress To The Man I Love; If There Be Yet Another Name More Free More Fond Than Mistress, Make Me That To Thee!

Oh! Blest With Temper, Whose Unclouded Ray Can Make To-morrow Cheerful As To-day.

Superstition Is The Spleen Of The Soul.

Authors Are Partial To Their Wit, 'tis True, But Are Not Critics To Their Judgment, Too?